Chapter 159: No Such Thing as a Bad Bitch (3)
Silvia knelt respectfully, her gaze fixated on my crotch.
However, the slight drool escaping from her lips and the subtle wagging of her tail made it clear—she was undeniably aroused.
'Beastfolk always give themselves away with their tails... Not that it matters much since they rarely lie to humans anyway.'
"Calling me Master means I can do whatever I want with you, right?"
"Yes, Master."
"In that case... sit."
At my command, Silvia knelt even more properly, placing her hands neatly on her lap in a composed and respectful manner.
"First, don't touch Mollang or Shuru."
"But those little things are so impudent—"
"When did I ever say you were allowed to talk back to me?"
"You... didn't."
"Then stay quiet. Besides, your tongue feels far more impudent to me right now. You call me Master, yet you keep defying my orders."
"But..."
"For now, you'll answer like a dog. Understood?"
"...Woof."
At that, Silvia closed her mouth and nodded.
'This isn't something I should be doing to someone, but...'
Her body began to tremble slightly, and her movements became hesitant. Her tail, which had been wagging quickly before, slowed to a gentle sway. Her face flushed red, and a bit of drool collected at the corners of her mouth, betraying her growing excitement.
"Shuru."
I called Shuru over, grabbed her, and removed her skirt, exposing her small, round ass. Holding her in my hand, I brought her close to Silvia's face.
"First, lick the wounds you made yesterday."
This was a deliberate move to establish hierarchy.
"Ugh..."
"Is there a problem?"
"...Woof."
Silvia momentarily made a scornful expression, directing her anger toward Shuru instead of me. But with my authoritative tone bearing down on her, she had no choice. Reluctantly, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick Shuru's ass.
Slurp. Slurp.
Silvia's tongue slid over Shuru's soft, bouncy ass, leaving her thighs and cheeks slick with saliva. Shuru squirmed in surprise, trying to escape the sensation, but I held her firmly, ensuring Silvia thoroughly licked every part of the wound.
"That's enough."
Once I deemed Shuru's injuries tended to, I let her go. Shuru quickly climbed up my arm and rubbed her ass against the bedding to wipe off the saliva. Meanwhile, Silvia, her lips still glistening, sat upright in front of me, waiting for further instructions.
"From now on, if you bite or injure someone without my permission, you won't be let off so easily. Understood?"
"Woof!"
"Then... strip."
Silvia froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by my command. But soon, her face flushed red, and she began to remove her clothes.
Piece by piece, she took off her outfit, starting with her modified uniform—standard attire issued to military dog handlers, adjusted for easier movement. Female handlers were given skirts for aesthetics and distinction, making it the only non-issued item of her clothing.
When she removed her top and the shirt beneath it, her firm abs came into view, along with breasts that were perfectly sized—not too large, not too small. As expected of beastfolk, she didn't like wearing restrictive clothing. Other than the handler uniform and her basic undergarments, she wasn't wearing anything else.
Beastfolk naturally had thick fur, but Silvia was a short-haired breed, so her pubic area wasn't bushy. Instead, a light layer of soft, white fur subtly covered her privates.
She quickly tossed aside her skirt, now fully naked, and knelt in her usual upright position, waiting for my next order. Her gaze repeatedly drifted toward my crotch, anticipation evident in her expression as if she were curious about what would happen next.
"Good. Then..."
But instead of continuing, I put on my pants, leaving Silvia visibly flustered, and grabbed her leash instead.
"Let's go out."
"W-Woof... What?"
"I said, let's go out. If I'm keeping a dog, I need to take her for walks, don't I?"
"Th-that...?"
"You're supposed to respond only with sounds, remember?"
Her face turned completely red, like a ripe tomato.
In traditional beastfolk villages, nudity was normal, but Silvia wasn't from one of those villages. She had lived in a northern city and only joined the handlers after hearing about it from other beastfolk. Unlike others, she wasn't comfortable with public nudity.
"Come on, let's go. A walk will relieve stress and improve your mood."
Even though I tugged on her leash, Silvia refused to budge.
"You like walks, don't you?"
I opened the door and stepped out first, pulling firmly on her leash. Using mana to strengthen my grip.
"...Woof... woof woof...!"
I began to drag her forward. Silvia couldn't resist my pull, and the moment she stepped outside, I kicked the door shut behind her, making it impossible for her to retreat.
"Let's just take a quick lap. I'm too tired for a long walk."
"..."
"Wouldn't it be easier to walk on all fours? Usually, it is. At this rate..."
Realizing that standing upright would leave her chest and privates fully exposed, Silvia reluctantly dropped to all fours, crawling like a dog to at least partially cover herself.
While canine beastfolk could use all fours when running at full speed, they typically walked upright in daily life. Even when sprinting, their hands were only used for balance, and they kept a low stance, reserving their forelimbs for obstacle navigation. Crawling like an actual dog, as Silvia was doing now, was nearly unheard of.
'She's embarrassed, isn't she?'
While she hadn't minded being naked in front of me indoors, being outdoors where others might see her seemed to fluster her. Silvia's tail drooped low, trying to cover her privates, but every time she moved, her hips swayed, causing her ass to peek out despite her efforts.
'She's already pretty aroused.'
When beastfolk entered a state of arousal, their genitals would swell and become noticeable. Normally, their privates would remain hidden, but now Silvia's vulva was visibly swollen, sticking out and unintentionally exuding an enticing scent meant to attract males.
For anyone with a keen nose, it wouldn't take a glance to realize her arousal—the scent alone was enough.
"Come on, let's go. The quicker we finish this lap, the sooner we can head back."
Of course, if Silvia truly hated this, she could simply remove her leash and run away. However, from everything Gerald had told me, military dog handlers would sooner die than remove their collars themselves.
"Whimper… whine…"
Her pitiful whimpering marked the start of her naked walk. I deliberately strolled at a leisurely pace, even whistling as I moved. Silvia, on the other hand, seemed desperate to complete the walk as quickly as possible, but I held her leash tightly, ensuring she couldn't rush ahead. I made no effort to hide her predicament from the rest of the knights—walking so slowly that her embarrassment would be on full display for anyone to see.
Of course, I was aware of the movements of my peers using mana, but Silvia, who lacked mana circuits, had no way of sensing this. Even if she did, she was already too anxious about being naked in public to focus on anything else.
By the time we reached the entrance of the eighth barracks from the second, Silvia's crotch was visibly dripping.
'Is this from the tension of the situation, or is she actually aroused?'
To be honest, Silvia struck me as the type who would scoff at the other beastfolk from villages where nudity was normal. She likely viewed their behavior as indecent and preferred to dress modestly, a reflection of her defiance against the beastfolk matron faction.
This contrast made her current naked walk all the more humiliating. For other handlers—especially those raised among matron-aligned beastfolk—such a walk might feel liberating. But for Silvia, who was hyperaware of her surroundings and sensitive to the presence of others, the shame was palpable.
"What's wrong? Are you trying to mark your territory?"
"Whimper?"
"Well, I guess we have no choice. Let's mark your territory here, then."
I led her to one of the posts planted along the edge of the training field and suggested she mark it. Naturally, Silvia shook her head furiously, refusing outright. But I stayed there, smiling calmly, letting her know I wasn't budging.
"We can't move on until you mark your territory."
Realizing I wasn't going to let this go, Silvia froze in place, unsure of what to do. Seeing that nothing would progress if left as is, I decided to step in as her master.
"We don't have all day. Do I need to help you mark your territory myself?"
I placed my hand on Silvia's raised ass, crouched on all fours, and began rubbing her swollen vulva with my fingers.
"Whine… whimper!"
Her response wasn't the exaggerated whimpering I had demanded earlier but a natural, instinctive reaction—a genuine beastlike cry born from excitement.
The way her voice escaped in airy, gasping tones made it clear this wasn't just a performance.
"Come on, let's mark your territory."
Her arousal was already evident, and with just a few strokes, her vulva began dripping fluids. I lifted her right leg slightly to adjust her angle, focusing on her swollen clitoris to elicit more fluids.
"Whine… whimper!"
Unable to resist the stimulation, Silvia let out another cry as her arousal spilled over. I finally released her, allowing her to finish marking the area.
Drip…
Of course, her fluids had a thick consistency, so only a small amount dripped down. The rest ran along her thighs, but I didn't dwell on it. My priority was training Silvia, not the specifics of marking territory.
"Whimper…"
When I tugged on her leash to resume the walk, Silvia's thighs quivered as she resisted, clearly reluctant to continue. However, indulging her defiance here would undermine her training.
I decided to switch her leash to a harness that secured her body instead of her neck—something more effective for handling unruly dogs.
"Stay still."
"Whine? Whimper…"
Wrapping the harness around her front legs, I adjusted it to fit snugly against her chest and abdomen. The ropes crisscrossed over her firm breasts, pressing gently into her skin, and extended down to her waist. Once tied securely, the harness ensured I could control her entire body with ease—pulling her forward without choking her neck.
"There we go. Let's move."
With each tug of the leash, the harness tightened around Silvia's chest and waist, leaving her no choice but to follow. Satisfied with this arrangement, I began to lead her again when—
"What the hell are you doing so early in the morning?"
"...!!"
From a distance, Dane, returning from an all-nighter, came into view. At the sight of him, Silvia bolted at a speed I hadn't seen before, darting into the shadows between the buildings to hide.